Happy New Year

What a way to start the new year. Our cars were robbed last night. Probably some punk neighborhood kids looking for things to sell for drug money.

My husband's satellite radio was taken, among other things. What really upsets me is that my children's entire DVD/CD collection was taken. What kind of sick people take children's toys? I am livid.

We live in a pretty nice neighborhood in Northern Virginia, but there are some neighborhoods within walking distance that leave much to be desired. These punks stroll through the neighborhood with their pants down around their ankles, looking like they haven't bathed in a year, speaking a language not clearly identifiable as English, throwing gang signs.

I grew up in Los Angeles -- in the heart of the city, a veritable oasis called Hancock Park. Multi-million dollar homes. But it was surrounded by hell. And week after week, we'd have our bikes stolen, then it would escalate to cars, finally home robberies and then robberies whether the owners are there or not. I know the cycle all too well and see it starting on our quiet little cul-de-sac. It saddens me greatly.

Luckily, though, I have a heck of a nice gun collection and I'm a wicked shot. Think I'll spend some time cleaning the guns today.

Bastards.